Picking up Attributes in the Apocalypse

Lin Fan's words made Murong Xue react immediately and said, "That's right, after we got rid of them, we quickly distanced ourselves. No matter how hard they chase, it's impossible for them to catch up."

"Um."

Lin Fan nodded and said, "The car door will be opened for you later, can you hit the tires of their car?"

"I can try." Murong Xue replied.

She felt a little underwhelmed, this was not a simple shooting operation, but involved relative motion, and everyone was not slowing down.

Under such circumstances, it is by no means easy to hit the tires of the cars behind.

"Okay, then you try it first." Lin Fan nodded again: "You get ready, I'll open the door right away."

"it is good."

Murong Xue did not delay, she reached out to touch her waist, took out a pistol in her hand, and walked to the door of the car.

Lin Fan glanced out of the corner of his eye, and when he saw that Murong Xue was ready, he immediately opened the car door.

Murong Xue held the pistol in one hand and clasped the car door firmly with the other to ensure that her body would not be thrown out of the car.

Since the door is not very spacious, it is almost full when standing alone.

Therefore, even if Weng Lao and others wanted to help, they couldn't help at all.

In order to make it easier for Murong Xue to shoot the tires of the car behind, Lin Fan deliberately shifted the car toward the edge of the road.

Murong Xue glanced at it for a while, then pulled the trigger with her finger, and a bullet flew out quickly.

boom!

The bullet did not hit the tire of the car, but hit the hood of the car, and a very clear sound sounded.

"Brother Yang! They are shooting!"

The evolutionary man in his twenties suddenly widened his eyes.

Lao Yang's expression also changed, and he scolded: "Grass! They want to blow our tires!"

"Then what should we do now? If we continue to follow up, it is very likely that we will be hit!" The man was a little anxious.

"Humph! How can it be that easy? Unless it's a sharpshooter!"

Lao Yang snorted coldly and said, "Continue to follow like this, the route of the car will change more, pay attention to them directly hitting the windshield with a gun!"

He knew very well how difficult it was to blow the tires with bullets when the two cars were traveling so fast.

"Okay, Brother Yang." The driver replied quickly, following Lao Yang's instructions, the steering wheel was constantly adjusted, and the car seemed to drive on the road in a serpentine curve.

The following cars saw Lao Yang and the others' cars driving a serpentine curve, and they followed suit, but the driving skills might not be so good.

boom! boom!

Murong Xue continued to fire several shots, two of which hit the rim of the tire, and the remaining three were shot elsewhere.

In short, these shots still didn't hit the tires of the opponent's car.

"Old Weng, ask them if anyone can drive such a car?"

After realizing this situation, Lin Fan asked, "This is a remodeled RV. Anyone who can drive an RV can drive it."

Old Weng looked back at the people in the car and said, "Can anyone drive?"

"Old Weng, I can drive." A middle-aged man of thirty-seven or eighteen years old got up and said, "I used to drive an RV, I think I should have no problem."

"You drive." Lin Fan glanced at the middle-aged man through the rearview mirror.

Murong Xue was not as proficient in marksmanship as he was, so he couldn't hit the tires of the car behind him, so he had to go out and do it.

The middle-aged man stepped forward, and Lin Fan said, "When I get up, sit down and operate immediately."

"No problem." The middle-aged man nodded.

This time the car is running, it is impossible to stop and change the driver, it can only be changed quickly.

Seeing the middle-aged man nodding, Lin Fan didn't delay in the slightest, and immediately stood up and walked to the side.

The middle-aged man's movements were also quite agile. The moment Lin Fan got up, he sat down in the driver's seat and continued to drive while holding the steering wheel.

Lin Fan expressed some satisfaction with the middle-aged man's satisfaction, then walked towards the car door and said, "Let me come!"

"Sorry, I couldn't hit." Murong Xue said apologetically, she wanted to show it, but the speed was too fast, and the other side's car was driving in a snake-like trajectory, she really couldn't hit.

"It's okay, things like marksmanship definitely need more practice. When you shoot more times later, you will become more and more proficient." Lin Fan smiled and comforted.

"En." Murong Xuezhen nodded lightly, took it back from the car door, and handed the pistol to Lin Fan.

Lin Fan reached out and took the pistol, and exchanged positions with Murong Xue.

Meanwhile, in the vehicle behind.

"Haha, Brother Yang, that woman stopped shooting. It seems that she knew she couldn't hit, so she just gave up!" A laughter spread.

The other people in the car also laughed.

There was also a deep smile on Lao Yang's face, and said: "Our car is moving so fast, under this premise, there are only two possibilities to shoot the tire, either it is a sharpshooter, or it is luck. Extremely good."

"That woman is obviously not a sharpshooter, and her luck is not unbelievable. Of course she can't hit the tires of our car."

Old Yang said proudly, and as soon as he finished speaking, he saw another figure appeared at the door of the RV in front.

"It's that kid Lin Fan!" A fierce light flashed across Lao Yang's eyes.

Originally, he had no impression of Lin Fan, but when Lin Fan defeated Wu Huaqing, Nie Yuanjia, Cheng Libai in a row, and even tied with Hu Jiaqi, Lin Fan's appearance was like a branding iron, deeply branded on him. in mind.

"Brother Yang, it seems that he is planning to use a gun to deal with us." One person said, already seeing Lin Fan pointing a pistol in their direction.

"Hehe, don't worry, although this kid's own strength is really powerful, it doesn't mean that his marksmanship is also powerful."

Lao Yang smiled disdainfully, and said, "Didn't I tell you just now? In this case, if you want to shoot a tire, you must be a sharpshooter, or you are extremely lucky."

"We're not going to think about things like being extremely lucky. See for yourself, does that kid look like a sharpshooter?"

Hearing what Lao Yang said, the rest of the people laughed.

Although it was night, Lin Fan's eyesight was indeed very good. With the help of the moonlight, even if he couldn't hear what Lao Yang and the others were saying, he could still see them smiling happily.

That kind of laugh, you don't need to guess, it's a mockery of his overreaching.

boom!

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Lin Fan's mouth, and without any delay, his eyes narrowed, he locked the tires of the car, and quickly pulled the trigger.

With the sound of gunshots, a bullet flew out like an arrow from the string.